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In village there was shortage of
electricity, its not
like we have electricity in city.
There was turn allocated for
electricity, a
week it was in day shift and the next it was in the night shift. Therefore, for
watering crops we have to go to field at night also.
I am telling you about winter nights. The electricity
comes at around 10 PM, therefore, I with my uncle (mamaji) packed
ourselves with warm clothes, took our tea in thermos and left for the field
around 9 PM. our field was 20 minutes away from home.
In village people went to bed around 8 PM, so the
night was calm…and dogs have also gone to sleep. The moon was shining in the
sky and
milkyway was clearly visible. It was
marvelous to see full moon in the village; one can see a distant object
clearly. I don’t think in cities we get a glimpse of the milkyway. The kids only read in books about milkyway though I have shown my kids in village. In
cities we hardly get that beautiful scene.
When the electricity came I switched on the motor and the
water starts flowing towards the field, which was approx. 1 km away from the
well. So after switching on the motor, we left for the filed. After reaching field
we removed our shoes… ouch the sand was very cold but the water was warm
so we put our foot in the water. After watering an hour suddenly the
electricity was off (it was usual in village). It came after five minutes.
My mamaji told me to go to the well and switch on the motor. I
returned back to the well and switched on the motor and started back towards
the field….suddenly when I was passing by through another well (which was not
ours) something struck in my mind and reminds me of the person to whom this
well belongs to. The person to whom this well belongs was died sometimes back
and the people’s belief was that this man (soul) was visible at night near his
well….oh my God….. in winters I was terribly terrified and got wet. Though it
was a moon night and can see distant things visible, b’cos crops were small.
Somehow remembering my God I reached on the field and prayed that the light
should not go again….otherwise I have to go again near this well. I told my mamaji about that, he
told me “there is nothing like this, it’s all
useless” (“aisa
kuchh nahi hota ye sab bakwas hai.”)
Still when I visit village and passed through this well it
reminds me of that incident. Though I don’t believe in ghost stories but in
village “yes”
sometimes I get terrified. Because ‘jiske
saath hota hai wohi jaanta hai…’
Do you have any such incidents? Share with me through your
comments.